Olivia Green: Envy's Child [COMPLETED]

Chapter 13: Invidia

We load into the year eleven, black school bus with a small bag of our close possessions in order to go home for the weekend. The seven buses parked around the fountain look glum, especially with the cloudy weather and the chillier chill in the air. I'm wearing a black, turtle neck, long sleeved shirt with a green, plaid miniskirt along with a single leather boot; the obnoxious cast ruins the moment.

I'm sat at the front of the bus, my tote bag with some essentials and study books for the weekend; I'm bound to get bored. My mansion is horrifically plane. All I will do is read, practise the piano, spend time with my hellhound Lucius and study. However the familiar company of my house is superior to the school. Yes, there is an option to remain within those four stone walls for some students who'd prefer to stay, yet that is much worst.

There's less people I hate in the mansion.

"Where did you run off to yesterday?" Zac says worriedly, inviting himself to sit next to me. "I was worried sick! Rushing around the halls only for you to be gone- vanished. I was scared you fell, got hurt or kidnapped. Maybe died! And you didn't even show for tea, which made me annoyed too because if you were hiding- which you were- you didn't eat two main meals which is very bad."

I blink slowly, "Whoops."

"Whoops?" He echoes. "That's all you have to say? No apology? Nothing? Nada? Just 'whoops'?!" His breathing increases and his fists clench. Now as I've mentioned countless times, Zac is a very patient guy. However everyone knows to never piss off a wrath demon, especially the nice ones. The nice ones have the biggest explosions due to the pent up rage.

"Yes."

"You know, I took it upon myself to be nice to you 'cause I hurt you, but there's no need to be a bitch. For fucks sake Olivia, I genuinely thought we were okay," he seethes, eyes flashing red.

I only shrug a shoulder, "Your fault for assuming."

"You even told me."

"Yes, until you followed me around like a lost puppy when I specifically told you I didn't need nor want the company," I explain quietly, looking at him with a pointed expression.

"Yes but it's my responsibility—"

"No it isn't," I cut in sharply. "I never asked you to. You took it upon yourself and annoyed me. So I hid."

"You could've just told me."

"I did," I remind him. "Multiple times, yet you persisted and look where that's got you. I'm Olivia Green for fuck's sake, I don't need anyone."

He pauses for a second and his face softens; sympathy. A look I despise. He shouldn't feel bad for me, I'm perfectly fine, the only reason he remotely cares is because I showed him kindness- a mistake on my part. I never should have spoken to him in the hallway, I should've remained clear from him at all costs. This is only a weakness I cannot afford. This is only a doomed relationship that will end up breaking and falling apart, wasting my precious time which could be spent with my plants.

"Everyone needs someone," he says gently.

I glare harshly at him, "I've made it this far by myself. Now go over to your little slut before I lose my temper."

Something flickers in his eyes, like a mix of rage, turmoil and understanding. He thinks he knows me, assumes he understands me, yet he's wrong. He doesn't know a single thing about me, probably assumes I'm some sort of charity case with daddy-issues and a bad role model. Yes these things have happened to me, however they're not my fucking identity.

"Have a nice weekend," he says quietly, getting up and walking further back as the bus pulls out and through the gates. One of the many buses follow in a queue, driving around the windy, countryside paths, often passing sheep's or cows living out their simple lives. The drive takes fifteen minutes tops, parking by a barren field with pine trees dotted around. There's not a soul in sight, our location is specifically chosen to avoid consultation plus the farmers are too far away to even notice a thing.

"Right guys! Off the bus please, Olivia first- here let me take your bag," Mrs Bronson smiles politely taking my bag from me as she steps off of the vehicle. I get up with my crutches and can't help but get irritated at people staring at me, waiting for the helpless bitch to get off.

Suddenly my crutch slips and my leg buckles, I catch myself on my other one and curse at the pain that shoots up my leg. Nancy goes to help me but I lash out. "Fuck off! I don't need your help, just leave me alone."

She blinks in surprise and mutters a quiet apology as everyone becomes deadly silent on the bus, I can't help but feel angry at everyone's judgemental or sympathetic stares. I hate it. I hate all of those bastards. They're nothing to me, I'm the soul child of Envy, all of these are replaceable, worthless demons who crave a good show. I'm that good show. The 'Queen Green' or whatever the fuck they call—

"Olivia," Charlie says snapping me out of my thoughts. "Do you want a hand to get off the bus?"

I sigh and calm my mind before nodding once, raising my hand for him to pull me up. I can smell jealousy in the air, probably coming from the Gluttony demon who I despise more than anything. Pathetic bitch. Surprisingly Charlie lifts me up with ease, carrying me off the bus and carefully placing me down so I'm stood with one foot before getting my crutches from the bus floor.

Mrs Bronson stares at me questioningly whilst handing me my bag, but I simply ignore her, grip my crutches tight before following the crowd further into the field. I see Charlie from the corner of my eye, yet he doesn't say a word. Good, at least he knows not to anger me further.

Seven flat stones get uncovered from faux grass, each representing the seven kingdoms. This is the portal back home. Away from all of my pathetic, petulant peers. People begin to queue once more to go onto these platforms however I can't wait, I hobble past the envy demons in the like, none of them daring to oppose me. Good. I don't have the time nor the patience.

I stand on the platform and for the millionth time in my lifetime, I mutter the Latin word: "Invidia."